我的大学故事，在中国成长。My college story grew up in China.

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In one's childhood

University is just a vague concept for me.

I only know that university is a place far away from home.

It's a place full of mystery.

And someday I'll step into that place.

With the passage of time, I have a more understanding of the university. It is not difficult to see the heroes in the novel flying in youth in the university, watching their brilliant years blooming in the ivory tower, I began to look forward to, looking forward to the future in the university dream time. Drawn by time, the distance between me and the university keeps narrowing. Finally, after the test of the college entrance examination, I walked into the story of the Chinese University from my hometown, Arab.

My college story is not my own story.

I have heard many people say that friendship in middle school is the most precious because it is the simplest and purest. It's hard to find someone with you just because you like them when you are in college. There are all kinds of unclear relationships between people. Everything is not so simple. However, I am glad to know some roommates who treat me sincerely in the University stories in China. There is no collusion between us in movies and TV dramas, but only a few people who travel around every corner of the University campus. We laughed and went crazy together, ran to the library together for the final exam, and played night battles for the course papers.

I still remember those summer nights with the heat and cicada chirping. Several of us talked about our dreams in the darkness of our dormitory and talked about our lives. We have been debating whether to take the postgraduate entrance exam or not, and worrying about where to go in the future. Of course, we have had quarrels and complaints. After all, we come from different cities and have different tempers. But the quarrel is only temporary, because we know that we are willing to point out your shortcomings when we regard you as a friend.

Time flowed, and in a twinkling of an eye I came to my senior year. I was not sure whether I was going to take the postgraduate entrance examination or work. Now I have no hesitation to rush to the ranks of the postgraduate entrance examination army. We have our own plans for the future. Those absurd, funny, melancholy, flying, angry, joyful and extremely happy times are gone. Return. The ignorance of the freshman has gradually faded away. When we look back on it, we find that in the past four years, we have written so many stories.

My college story is the story of me and this campus.

I remember that when I first entered the campus, I was full of unknown about everything in this school. At that time, I only felt that the plane trees beside the road were beautiful and the campus was very big. I am looking forward to what will happen on this land, and I would like to spend four years to learn about this place. I remember that when I first went to the teaching building, I was confused by the complicated routes; when I first went to the new canteen, I was confronted with various delicacies and had no choice; when I first went to the library, I was overjoyed by rows of books. At that time, we were full of curiosity about everything in the school, looking forward to trying, looking forward to discovery.

My university is the story of my growth.

At the beginning of each story, no one can predict the future. In the thin and quiet green years, some people left someone to leave. Four years of University seems to be a long journey, but in a twinkling of an eye it is about to end. I carefully recall four years, only to find that the university time brings me not only memories, but also growth.

The scribbled notes of freshman and the remaining manus of sophomore's organizational activities are all traces left by my university. Only I can understand the meaning contained in every stroke. My first speech, my first plan, my first interview... Many of my "first time" were realized in college, and every "first time" made me grow up. Those slightly rough texts and timid and shy past are the marks of my growth. I will no longer be nervous because I want to speak on stage, I will no longer be anxious because I want to write articles, I will no longer forget to eat and sleep because I want to take exams. I think this is my growth. I learned to arrange my life and face my future.

Now, I have traveled all corners of the campus. I know how to walk most conveniently in each building and which restaurant is the best. I have my own memories of every place on this campus, the memories I used to walk and stop there. In this campus, the Chinese parasol trees turn green and yellow and then wither. I am familiar with the campus from strangeness to familiarity. I am accustomed to the three-point front-line life from dormitory to classroom to canteen. The things on campus seem to have merged into my life bit by bit. I am no longer curious about the surroundings, because they are already a part of my life.

The story of growing up will certainly have a trace of sadness, remember the sadness when the grade test failed, remember the embarrassment when the military training was scolded by the instructor, those moments are vivid, but I understand that it is past the clouds, such experience is to shape a better self. The significance of university is like this, let us still retain some naive and unrestrained feelings, gains and losses, some things can not be obtained, but can aftertaste, or feel very good.

This is my college story. I loved, hated, cried and laughed. Whether it ended in a comedy or not, all these are my cherished memories. I believe that the little things that happened many years later will be the joy of my aftertaste when I lie in the sunny afternoon and watch clouds roll and clouds relax. The story of university will come to an end one day, but I believe that the four years of sunshine and wind will be the best four years of life and the most beautiful flower season will blossom...